Shenanigans
Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock or anything.
Author's note: I wrote this in a maths lesson with my dear friend. Please review, this is her first fanfic! Thank you! By the way, we took it in turns writing. Everything she wrote will be in bold and everything I wrote won't be. Enjoy!
Once upon a time Sherlock and John were on the train to Cornwall on their honeymoon. They stared lovingly into each other's eyes as Sherlock began to speak "You have yoghurt on your face" the genius said fondly "Let me get that for you." to his currently yoghurt eating husband. He leaned in and licked it tenderly off his face. John blushed in embarrassment and turned to talk to Sherlock when Sherlock then cut him off with a love filled kiss. When he drew away and entwined their hands John noticed that they had the attention of the whole carriage.
Sherlock led him off to their room in the posh train to rest together, and by rest, we mean 'rest' ;). By dinner time they finally stopped and lay in the large bed, satisfied. John rested his head on Sherlock's chest and let his eyes flicker shut. Sherlock smiled and watched his husband.
As the train neared its destination Sherlock and John made sure they had everything including their dog Gladstone to make their honeymoon that little bit more perfect, but then John cried out as his ankle buckled and he fell to the ground just as he stepped onto the platform. Sherlock knelt next to his soul mate.
"John! What's wrong?" Sherlock urged.
"My ankle! I think it's badly sprained!" John explained.
"We need to get you to the hotel, it's not too far. Shall I carry you?" Sherlock asked.
"Yes, piggy back will be best." John said. Sherlock smiled.
When they reached the posh hotel Sherlock slowly lay John on the table. John looked at him, puzzled by his choice of seating and asked "Why a table, Sherlock?"
Sherlock could only reply with a smile. Sherlock got a medical kit and asked John to lead him through it so the army-doctor had the quickest recovery possible.
"But seriously, why the table?" John asked before he was going to tell Sherlock how to wrap his ankle.
Sherlock could only say "Patients should be treated on a doctor's table" with a smirk.
"Ever the traditionalist" John smiled and began instructing Sherlock in bandaging the sprained ankle to give it support. Sherlock calmly followed John's advice. When he'd finished he kissed John on the lips and ran his fingers through his soft hair. John still blushed when he was being kissed; cheeks flared with the deepest red and returned the kiss with passion to Sherlock.
Sherlock adored John's blush and deepened the kiss till John was lying in the table with the consulting detective on top of him.
"Shall we move this to the bed?" John asked against his husband's mouth and between kisses.
Sherlock moved his lips to John's ear and whispered slowly and quietly his response "Yes we shall."
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